fell in love with a doppelgänger - ah (adam reed) x reader

- doppelgänger?! -

As the pair walked inside, the man was grabbing a cloth from the side and pressing it down on his wound that none of them could see yet. He also must've grabbed an apple considering there was one in his mouth.

"Told you to stay in the garage." The man grunts, knowing that Adam and Y/N we're behind him, without looking.

"Told you.." Y/N whispers, quiet enough for none of them to hear.

"And let some creepy dude just wander around my house alone? I don't think so." Adam says as he opens the man's bag that was sat on the table.

"Yeah, believe me. I don't wanna be here anymore than you want me here. I just gotta stop bleeding long enough. Gotta dress the wound, prevent a nasty infection, and I will be on my merry way. Don't touch that." The man snatches a ball out of Adam's hand.

"I was just looking." Adam looks down, embarrassed.

As they we're both talking, Y/N pulls out a stick that she immediately thought was a light sabre.

"Don't touch my stuff." The man demands, snatching it out of her hands.

"Is that a light sabre?" Y/N quickly asks, pointing to the object that was just snatched out of her hands.

"No, it's not." The man answers, stuffing everything back into his bag.

"Okay.." Adam quietly says and picks up the bat.

"No. Enough with the bat!" The man grabs it and throws it backwards. "If I wanted to hurt any of you, I would've done it already. Because if I'm being honest with myself, you have a very punchable face." He honestly admits.

Adam slightly gasps in offence and touches his face with his hand in disbelief. Then suddenly, the man lifted his shirt and revealed a bullet wound.

"Oh my—" Adam starts.

"God! That— Gah! That bullet went straight through, good. Cool." The man cuts off, groaning in pain.

"Wait, wait, wait. Bullet? You were shot?" Adam raises his voice.

"Yeah— No, actually, no. No, I was stabbed with a bullet. What do you think, you moron?" The man rhetorically asks.

"He's a moron? You're the one who was shot." Y/N speaks up.

"All right, okay, that's it." The man coughs, earning a... fart? From the wound. "That.. wow.. That, uh.. that's weird. It farts when I cough."

The man then coughs again and as excepted, the wound made a farting noise.

"Gross." Adam cringes.

"Super gross." Y/N adds on.

"Right, I'm gonna go upstairs, grab some stuff. Stay cool. You can trust me." The man begins to walk upstairs but Adam and Y/N follow.

"Easy for you to say. I'm the one who ends up in a therapists office, telling them about where the bad man touched me." Adam says, not caring about the choice of words.

"Oh God! That's where you go? Immediately? You are dark, man." He yells.

"Who even are you?" Y/N asks.

"That is classified." The man walks into the bathroom, rummaging through the drawer, then pulling out some medical alcohol.

"Why are you here?" Adam then asks.

"Also classi... classified." The man pours alcohol on his wound and hisses in pain.

"Are you in the Air Force?"

"When I say 'classified' , what does your brain hear? Chocolate?" The man walks out of the bathroom, making his way back downstairs.

"What's with the light sabre?" Adam asks, following quickly after with Y/N.

"It's not a light sabre. Jesus Christ, Adam. I need you to play it cool. I know playing it cool isn't your thing. It never has been—" The man rambles on.

"Wait, wait, wait, wait! How do you know my name?" Adam yells.

"You're Adam Reed. Born February 10th, 2008. Your parents are Ellie and Louis Reed. Louis would've died about a year ago. You don't play any sports because of acute asthma. Plus your freakishly small for 14. You go to Franklin middle school,"

As he was rambling on, Hawkings began to bark louder and louder.

"— where you have been suspended two, three times for fighting, which is ironic because you can't fight to save your life. Oh! And not to mention you have been in love with Y/N since you were both 10!"

"Hawkings! Zip it!" All three of them yell in unison.

But then something clicked in Y/N's mind... 'Oh! And not to mention you have been in love with Y/N since you are both 10!' It kept replaying over and over again, causing butterflies to swarm about inside.

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